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K. El-Amrani
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The ticking of a clock. Such a sweet sound.
For Ian Polla, at least.
But right now, the clock's sound was not so sweet. In fact, the more Ian stared at with
a glassy look in his eyes, the more it felt as if he was staring at the Doomsday Clock
itself.
Bored out of his mind, he tapped his feet intensely as the clock's ticking continued to
permeate throughout the room like some twisted ambiance of dread.
Ian Polla, a sixteen-year old high school student in Giger City's O'Mailley High School,
was currently in detention.
Never in a million years would Ian have ever thought himself to end up in a place as
terrible as detention. As far as this nerd was concerned, he was way too smart to be
relegated to a place reserved only for jocks and slackers.
Yet somehow, against all feasible odds, he was here. In fact, Ms. Zenda has made it a
point to catch Ian while he was in the library, where he had been trying to study for an
upcoming exam in her eigth period science class. But while he tried to explain his
academic pursuits to her, she didn't listen to a word he said. Instead, she proceeded to
drag him and the Asian girl playing video games next to him down to detention.
Which led him to his present predicament. Not the best one, if he had to have an
opinion on it.
Ian fixed his black-rimmed glasses, sighing to himself as he wondered how long this
could possibly go on.
What had he done wrong exactly? Staving off any outward signs of paranoia, lest he
look suspicious, Ian thought back on that fateful afternoon with Ms. Zenda. The
afternoon where he inadvertantly revealed himself to be a newgen, one of the many
people in Giger City possessing superhuman powers.
And if it hadn't been for him and his duplicating powers that fateful afternoon, then Ms.
Zenda wouldn't have come unscathed when that Elitez gang member had tried to hold
her up.
Of course, Ian didn't exactly want his science teacher to know he was a newgen. But
it the end, it was hard to hide the fact that she had been saved by none other than four
Ians, instead of just the one.
Now he could only hope that he wasn't detention because he had gone and saved her
with his powers. After all, it's not like he asked to be turned into a human example of
cell division.
Looking to his right as he leaned on the small and uncomfortable desk, Ian spotted the
Asian girl from before just a few seats away. Her hair was long, black, and covered part of
her face.
But even that couldn't hide the disinterested expression on her face. She wasn't too
happy when Ms. Zenda had to literally unplug her from the computer she had been
playing SNES games on.
And so, Ian spent the next few minutes wondering whether talking to her was an
intelligent way to fill the boredom. She seemed relatively non-threatening, he thought,
and in the event she was a crazy or the like, he could always call upon himself for
back-up. As an absolute last resort, of course.
Eventually, after minutes passing without Ms. Zenda arriving to oversee them, Ian's
boredom caused him to relent.
"So I guess playing Legend of Zelda on the library computers is a pretty serious
offense now, isn't it?" Ian asked, his tone as light-hearted as he could muster in a
situation as hopeless as this one.
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The ticking of a clock. Such a sweet sound.
For Ian Polla, at least.
But right now, the clock's sound was not so sweet. In fact, the more Ian stared at with
a glassy look in his eyes, the more it felt as if he was staring at the Doomsday Clock
itself.
Bored out of his mind, he tapped his feet intensely as the clock's ticking continued to
permeate throughout the room like some twisted ambiance of dread.
Ian Polla, a sixteen-year old high school student in Giger City's O'Mailley High School,
was currently in detention.
Never in a million years would Ian have ever thought himself to end up in a place as
terrible as detention. As far as this nerd was concerned, he was way too smart to be
relegated to a place reserved only for jocks and slackers.
Yet somehow, against all feasible odds, he was here. In fact, Ms. Zenda has made it a
point to catch Ian while he was in the library, where he had been trying to study for an
upcoming exam in her eigth period science class. But while he tried to explain his
academic pursuits to her, she didn't listen to a word he said. Instead, she proceeded to
drag him and the Asian girl playing video games next to him down to detention.
Which led him to his present predicament. Not the best one, if he had to have an
opinion on it.
Ian fixed his black-rimmed glasses, sighing to himself as he wondered how long this
could possibly go on.
What had he done wrong exactly? Staving off any outward signs of paranoia, lest he
look suspicious, Ian thought back on that fateful afternoon with Ms. Zenda. The
afternoon where he inadvertantly revealed himself to be a newgen, one of the many
people in Giger City possessing superhuman powers.
And if it hadn't been for him and his duplicating powers that fateful afternoon, then Ms.
Zenda wouldn't have come unscathed when that Elitez gang member had tried to hold
her up.
Of course, Ian didn't exactly want his science teacher to know he was a newgen. But
it the end, it was hard to hide the fact that she had been saved by none other than four
Ians, instead of just the one.
Now he could only hope that he wasn't detention because he had gone and saved her
with his powers. After all, it's not like he asked to be turned into a human example of
cell division.
Looking to his right as he leaned on the small and uncomfortable desk, Ian spotted the
Asian girl from before just a few seats away. Her hair was long, black, and covered part of
her face.
But even that couldn't hide the disinterested expression on her face. She wasn't too
happy when Ms. Zenda had to literally unplug her from the computer she had been
playing SNES games on.
And so, Ian spent the next few minutes wondering whether talking to her was an
intelligent way to fill the boredom. She seemed relatively non-threatening, he thought,
and in the event she was a crazy or the like, he could always call upon himself for
back-up. As an absolute last resort, of course.
Eventually, after minutes passing without Ms. Zenda arriving to oversee them, Ian's
boredom caused him to relent.
"So I guess playing Legend of Zelda on the library computers is a pretty serious
offense now, isn't it?" Ian asked, his tone as light-hearted as he could muster in a
situation as hopeless as this one.
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